text | un: MDay

[shadowsran]

[WARDEN FILTER]

[A quick, impulsive post as another new arrival settles in.]

We get guns?

Has anyone had to use the guns?

Comments

l.odinson

[shiftedshape]

[!!!!!





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Misty?

[shadowsran]

[It takes her a second, but it clicks. (Someone should have made her rounds to Warden Command, but the possibility of a manifest hasn't occurred to her.) Text is generous in that she needn't worry about any gaping being visible or obvious to others, and she's grateful for that much.]

Loki?

[shiftedshape]

[Oh thank God.]

You're here!
When did you get here?
Are you okay?
Did the Barge explode?
Is that why you're here?
I
wait
hang on

[He turns the video on, whoops. He looks as frantic as his text sounded. Frantic enough that he doesn't realize he hasn't made this private in any way.]

You're really here? Really?

1/2

[shadowsran]

Yes.

private

[shadowsran]

[She's present enough to hop to private herself, matching his video format in hopes of reassuring him both that it is actually her, and that she's very much...uninjured, at least. The background is standard Warden room, nothing amiss.

It's a nice reaction to see, however, and she smiles at his worry despite herself.]

I've been here since last night. Barge didn't explode, but I think I disappeared. Time was up, probably gotta happen to everyone eventually. The other stuff's...complicated.

When did you get here? You disappeared.

text | grace.g

[expectaspectre]

not yet as far as i know

most of us don't keep them on us

the inmates are pretty well behaved with a notable exception or two

[shadowsran]

How notable are those exceptions?

1/2

[expectaspectre]

there's this guy named Travis
you'll meet him i'm sure
used to be an assassin apparently
thinks he has some kind of honorable anime warrior bushido
just kind of a toolbag in tinted aviators and ironic tshirts

he likes to use violence to solve any perceived slight to his "honor"
you should be okay most of the time but just watch out around him
he pops off for very little reason

2/2

[expectaspectre]

anyway welcome :)
i'm Grace

it's good to have more ladies around
the testosterone in here is
pretty palpable some days

text; l.morningstar

[dealwiththe]

Not personally, but I witnessed another warden use the stun setting on an inmate who needed to be subdued temporarily.

Why?

[shadowsran]

I don't know, we didn't get guns before. Seems kind of funny first thing to get a weapon, I'm wondering if there's a lot of violent types around.

[dealwiththe]

I wouldn't say a lot, really. Travis is the worst offender. Watch out if he gets into it with Rhys. Jack has a bit of an explosive temper as well.

But I don't use the gun, either. Keep it locked in my cabin. Carrying it would ruin the fall of my jacket.

text | c.fraser

[nineteenfortyfive]

Does it help to know they're set to stun?

[shadowsran]

I'm glad for it, my head just jumped to "what's the standard been that these come out right away". Likelihood of getting stabbed with a toothbrush if I leave my room, that kind of deal.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Just a precaution. Some are... inclined towards violence, unfortunately.

💪🤠

[omniavincit]

The gym is nearly always deserted—smells of chlorine and a not-unpleasant, vaguely organic scent William's come to associate with the chest-high grey sponge in the room. The space is so big, the array of equipment so vast and cryptic, that it feels every time like he's violating some meticulously preserved sanctuary.

Until they fire up the music on Travis' CommLink, a tinny blast of sound.

They're mid-workout, Travis grunting as he lifts a barbell saddled with some ungodly weight. Muscles straining. William stands over him, hair plastered to his scalp. His stance is Travis-approved—one foot in front of the other, hands at the ready and moving up and down with the bar. He'd thought lifting weights would be tedious, and it is, but there's a point you reach where it doesn't matter, where the world has narrowed to you, your body, and what it can and can't do.

stares at a benchpress calculator

[rank1]

Travis didn't know William had it in him, honestly. When he couldn't afford more than a shitty $10 a month gym, the place was flooded with business casual types. They'd put in a requisite amount of cardio on the treadmill, or elliptical if their knees were already going to shit at 40. Three miles or thirty minutes, whichever comes first. Maybe a quick shower, fuck off back to their cars. January guilt trippers and May motherfuckers anxious about a beach body. Those dudes could barely remember to wipe down the machines, let alone cut it in the weight room.

If William wants to actually learn, respect where respect is due, he supposes.

The barbell goes up easy the first ten reps of 150 lbs, a little harder in the next three sets –– 170, 200, 250 –– and then the near-teeth-grit exertion of three reps of 300.

"Three!"

One more, he figures he could do 350, but he doesn't wanna totally fuck up his shoulders. It would look cool in front of a newbie, though.

[shadowsran]

At a glance she can tell this isn't a room she'll likely get much use of. Even during periods of a more active interest in sport or fitness, something about a public gym does nothing for her. But it's all new and wildly different and she's certain if she skips rooms she'll be inviting something to bite her in the ass later. And it feels good to be moving.

The pool is a pleasant surprise, just when she's been worrying there won't be a single amenity she cares for. The sleeve of eels, glow diminished in a lit room, draws her attention next and longest.

Lastly, she allows herself to skip the sponge — it's puzzling, but she isn't convinced close inspection will enlighten her — and instead continue toward the end of the department that seems in active use. She can't make out a word of whatever is playing, but it sounds bubbly. Promising.

She glances down at her comm as she moves, tapping out a brief reply, and looks up and directly at William, of all people. Or what she thinks is William — he's not dressed at all like she's accustomed to, and more importantly he can't possibly be here.

Travis is paid no mind, impressive as his work is.

Her brow furrows, and when she speaks it's cautious. A test.

"...Hey?"

aq.

[helenite]

ok like im pretty sure dnd alignments dont apply as ne comprehensive system of morality ?

[ grace!! ]

but this is alice. hi mayday. pls dont shoot ne1

[shadowsran]

Don't plan to! I'm just shocked it's an option, and right off the bat, I was assuming it was anarchy out there.

DND?

[helenite]

bord game kinda. u pretend 2 b other ppl: wizards nights n armor that stuff. neutral chaos things from that. prett sure it just means u jaywalk

& gigi doesnt walk neway

u talk 2 the anarchist league yet

[expectaspectre]

ok but i'm not wrong though !

text; hayakawa

[spanning]

Someone did something stupid with a gun

[shadowsran]

That's an insanely ominous sentence.

[Please go on.]

[spanning]

There was an explosion

No one was injured, but the thing that exploded basically said "do not put a gun in here"